Rising of the Moon

作曲：Traditional Music

作词：Traditional Music

Ah come tell me sean o'farrell

Tell me why you hearty so

Hassa buku hassel listen

And his cheeks were all aglow

Ibenharders from the captain get you ready quick

And soon for the pikes must be together

By the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

With your pike upon your shoulder

By the rising of the moon

Ah come tell me sean o'farrell

Where the gathering is to be

And the old spot by the river

Quite well known to you and me

One more word for signal talking

Whistle out the marching tune

With your pipe upon your shoulder

By the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

With your pipe upon your shoulder

At the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud

While cabin eyes were watching through the night

Many manly heart was beating

For the blessed morning's light

Murmurs rang along the valley

To the band she's lonely croon

And a thousand pines were flashing

By the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon

And a thousand pints were flashing

By the rising of the moon

All along that singing river

That black mass of men was seen

High above their shining weapons

Flew their own beloved green death

To every foe and treasure

Whistle out the marching tune

And around me boys for freedom

With the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

And her army burns for freedom

At the rising of the moon